I found the lid to a sippy cup in the kitchen. Since our 'baby' is 10 years old, this is proof that Tim is obviously keeping a second family here. I expect a barefoot countrywoman dragging a scraggily toddler to come running out of the woods at any moment for a "he's mine" confrontation.
The birds howled and screamed all night long. Not tweeting and twirping but painful horror movie sounds. And it has been raining since we got here. And there is no coffee.
As soon as Tim returns from fishing and/or visiting his other wife and child, we are on the road to Port Angeles via a pit stop in Forks. This time tomorrow I will be running a hilly 13 miles and hoping not to encounter a bear. Whose idea was this stupid weekend anyway?